After entering the lounge, I was surprised when he kept on moving through towards the bedroom.In the bedroom, my head was encased by his doughy hands before we locked lips. Jarne had a long, thick, unusual knob. Gay sex He had big fleshy, pasty looking hands with long thick fingers, and yes, his hands were ugly.As his friendliness escalated, I started getting the occasional wink from him. It was almost as if I was being ‘punished’ for my earlier aversion to his hands.Jarne then lifted his knob and I finally saw the rumpled foreskin overhang pouting under his dick-head. His foreskin had an unusual nodule, which he informed me was a marble that he had implanted into it. He was attired in casual clothing after the days shift and I finally got to see his hair. I found this rather perplexing because he was a butch man and I would never have imagined him to be gay.At around five p.m. Jarne had a pleasant face, but the word ‘handsome’ certainly did not spring to mind. As I began retracting the skin it was like watching a flower opening, revealing a bright pink mushroom.I watched mesmerised as he repeated the process a few times before guiding his dick toward my mouth.
